Here the north roars like the bear over the tundra.
Here the snow whips the madness hard like ice.
Here the northern lights arouse our awe and wonder.
And here survival has a price.
Yes, here survival has a price.
The wolf in the pack that does not contribute during the hunt.
Makes the right to crawl down to the den.
For whoever departs from the hard pact.
He is condemned and he dies alone with.
Yes, he is condemned and he dies alone with.
But nothing can change that,
we stand on father's land.
The gods watch over us tonight.
Even now the law of life is strong.
In cold and storm hungry wolves hunt.
In father's tracks, Bothnia blood flows.
In twisted jaws that tear and tear.
When death is strength and courage.
Bothnia blood.
You who do not believe that our life is something else.
Just a struggle for survival every day.
You dwell in obscurity as forever is cursed.
And in the dark well the flame of life becomes vague.
Yes, in the dark well the flame of life becomes vague.< br/>But nothing can change that,
we stand on ancestral ground.
The gods watch over us tonight.
Yet is the law of life strong.
In cold and storm, hungry wolves hunt.
In father's tracks, Bothnian blood flows.
In twisted jaws that tear and tear.
When death is strength and courage.
Bothnia blood.
No nothing can change that,
we stand before Your land.
The gods watch over us tonight.
Now the law of life is strong.
In cold and storm, hungry wolves hunt.
In father's tracks, Bothnia blood flows.
In twisted jaws that tear and tear.
When death is strength and courage.
Bothnia blood.

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